“Daddy only stares into the distanceThere’s only so much more that he can takeMany miles away something crawls from the slimeAt the bottom of a dark Scottish lake“ Another year another solo escape from the soul destroying, chest-tightening, time-sucking grind…
Assynt Blog 2018
The 2018 annual fishing holiday had a difficult and complex inception spanning several pages of WhatsApp discussion, much Outlook perusing and a bit of green card acquisition. I’ve catalogued the problems before so I won’t cover old ground too…